That all the courts of France will be disturb'd home. But tell the Dauphin, - I will keep my state; widows Shall this his mock mock out of their dear hus bands; Mock mothers from their sons, mock castles down; And some are yet ungotten, and unborn, That shall have cause to curse the Dauphin's scorn. But this lies all within the will of God, When thousands weep, more than did laugh at it. Convey them with safe conduct. - Fare you well. [Exeunt Ambassadors. Exe. This was a merry message. Therefore, my Lords, omit no happy hour, [Exeunt. ACT II. Enter CHORUS. Cho. Now all the youth of England are on fire, And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies; Now thrive the armourers, and honour's thought Reigns solely in the breast of every man: They sell the pasture now, to buy the horse; Following the mirror of all Christian Kings, With winged heels, as English Mercuries. For now sits Expectation in the air; men, One, Richard Earl of Cambridge; and the second, Henry Lord Scroop of Masham; and the third, Sir Thomas Grey Knight of Northumberland, 1 Have, for the gil gilt of France, (O guilt indeed!) 1 Bard. Well met, corporal Nym. Nym. Good morrow, lieutenant Bardolph. Bard. What, are ancient Pistol and you friends yet? Nym. For my part, I care not: I say little; but when time shall serve, there shall be smiles; but that shall be as it may. I dare not fight; but I will wink, and hold out mine iron: It is a simpleone; but what though? it will toast cheese; and it will endure cold as another man's sword will: and there's the humour of it. Bard. I will bestow a breakfast, to make you friends; and we'll be all three sworn brothers to France; let it be so, good corporal Nym. Nym. 'Faith, I will live so long as I may, that's the certain of it? and when I cannot live any longer, I will do as I may: that is my rest, that is the rendezvous of it. Bard. It is certain, corporal, that he is married to Nell Quickly: and, certainly, she did you wrong; for you were troth-plight to her. Nym. I cannot tell; things must be as they may: men may sleep, and they may have their throats about them at that time; and, some say, knives have edges. It must be as it may: though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod. There must be conclusions. Well, I cannot tell. Enter PISTOL and Mrs. QUICKLY. Bard. Here comes ancient Pistol, and his wife - good corporal, be patient here. - How now, mine host Pistol? Pist. Base tike, call'st thou me - host? Now, by this hand I swear, I scorn the term; Nor shall my Nell keep lodgers. Quick. No, by my troth, not long: for we cannot lodge and board a dozen or fourteen gentlewomen, that live honestly by the prick of their needles, but it will be thought we keep a bawdyhouse straight. (NYM draws his sword.) O wella day, Lady, if he be not drawn now! O Lord! here's corporal Nym's - now shall we have wilful adultery and murder committed. Good lieutenant Bardolph, - good corporal, offer nothing here. Nym. Pish! Pist. Pish for thee, Iceland dog! thou prickear'd cur of Iceland! Quick. Good corporal Nym, show the valour of a man, and put up thy sword. Nym. Will you shog off? I would have you solus. [Sheathing his sword. Pist. Solus, egregious dog? O viper vile! The solus in thy most marvellous face; The solus in thy teeth, and in thy throat, And in thy hateful lungs, yea, in thy maw, perdy; And, which is worse, within thy nasty mouth! I do retort the solus in thy bowels: For I can take, and Pistol's cock is up, And flashing fire will follow. Nym. I am not Barbason; you cannot conjure me, I have an humour to knock you indifferently well: If you grow foul with me, Pistol, I will scour you with my rapier, as I may, in fair terms: if you would walk off, I would prick your guts a |